Vampires of the Apocalypse (harem)

~~~ Series Notes ~~~

This story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. Chapter 1 was written about a year ago but the last five chapters will be submitted to Literotica as a bundle and should appear at a rate of one per day.

~~~ The Proving Grounds ~~~

For the first half of the day, Parker's squad returned to the training center to work on their tactics some more. She split the group into two halves and had them fight one another. Every hour or so, she shifted the team members - to be sure that all of them could work together cohesively.

When they got ready to leave for lunch, the Major informed them that they wouldn't be returning in the afternoon. Carpenter quickly headed for the stack of pallets and dragged them halfway over the hidden trapdoor. Johnson grinned at her as she hustled over to rejoin the group. They headed back to the apartment.

After lunch, they occupied themselves and then the Major gave them each an extra feeding and sent them to bed to rest for a bit. The target location was a three hour drive away. Bella had arranged for a transport, and it would be showing up to pick them up at 1400.

At 1300, the Major woke the girls, told them to gear up and take care of whatever necessities they needed before their ride arrived. Several of the girls tried to convince him that they 'needed' a freshly-brewed protein shake - but he just shook his head and told them to prep their kits.

The passenger van arrived, and the girls climbed in. Parker took 'shotgun' while the Major slid across the front seat to sit behind the driver. He glanced in the mirror - into the fellow's eyes (willing himself to be visible to him) but - as soon as the guy saw him looking at him - he grimaced and looked away.

He texted a message to the captain as soon as they were on their way.

"Have zip-ties ready when we arrive."

When she glanced over at him, pretending to fix something on her backpack, he rolled his eyes towards the driver. She gave him a hand-signal to let him know that she understood and would be ready when the time came for action.

For the next two hours, the members of the "volleyball" team checked their weapons and went back over their supplies to make sure they had everything they needed. The driver would take them to a quiet part of the border town and would drop them off. He would return later to pick them up and bring them home.

Finally, the van pulled off of the main thoroughfare and headed into a warehouse district, coming to a stop in a dark space between two tall buildings. The Major reached over the back of the driver's seat and pinched a nerve in the man's neck. He tried to squirm free, but more than half of his body wasn't responding. He soon found himself lying face down on the seat where the Major had been sitting - his arms zip-tied behind his back and his feet zip-tied together and hooked to his belt.

"Change of plans," the Major announced, as he slid into the driver's seat.

He pulled the seatbelt on and drove back to the main road. He turned left and headed for the checkpoint into Belarus. Captain Parker's eyes widened but he just grinned at her.

"Captain, hand your driver's license to Nordahl," he ordered. "Nordahl, I need a translator."

Parker fished out the ID and handed it over.

The Major pulled up and stopped beside the guard standing in front of the gate that blocked entry to the Russia-aligned country. He looked the man in the eyes.

Without turning to face Nordahl, he said, "Hold up the Captain's ID and tell this nice man that I'm bringing stolen kidneys into the country to sell on the black market. Ask him if he accepts bribes in Euros."

Nordahl rattled off a couple sentences in Russian. The man grinned and nodded, enthusiastically.

"Anybody have any idea how many Euros would make this guy happy?" the Major asked.

"Fuck, Major," Washington laughed, "he already looks like he wants to suck your dick."

Captain Parker handed the Major a 50-Euro note. He handed it to the man - who didn't even look at it. He waved to the guy who controlled the gate, and it rose into the air.

"Thanks," the Major told the grinning man. "You have a swell day."

Nordahl handed the Captain's ID back to her and returned to her seat.

As she passed over the wide-eyed driver, she grinned and said, "Welcome to Belarus, comrade."

The rest of the girls laughed.

The captain navigated and the Major drove the van - with Polish plates - to within a half-mile of the meeting location. He found a quiet, out-of-the-way spot and parked it. He climbed out, walked around, pulled the driver from the seat, and carried him to the back doors, opening them up, and depositing the anxious-looking man onto the floor.

"Stay nice and quiet and we'll be back to get you soon," he told him.

He pulled off his jacket, tossed it over the man, and closed the doors.

The members of C-Squad were already out of the van and gearing up. The Major cleared his throat and they turned to face him, quickly quieting.

"I want as many of these people zip-tied as possible," he told them.

They nodded.

"If you detect a broodling or a vampire, go ahead and call it out - even if you're not sure. I'd rather everyone be extra cautious than for me to have to find out how much I can get out of your battered bodies in a 'scratch and dent' sale. You got me?"

The girls all nodded, and smiled.

"Assume at least one person in this room knows we're coming. If you see a runner and have the ability to drop them, do it. I want a nice, quiet, tight operation. I love every one of you."

"We love you, too, sir," the Captain replied on the girls' behalf.

"Good," he said, smiling. "Now get your tight sexy little asses ready to move."

"What about Washington's ass?" Schmidt asked.

"Fuck you Schmidt," Washington growled.

"Maybe later, love-bunny," Schmidt replied.

The Major ignored the back and forth - and took off at a trot. The rest of the girls were already following. Schmidt and Washington hurried to catch up.

The sun had dropped over the horizon long ago and it was fully dark. The main roads were well-lit, so the Major skirted those areas and hung closer to the few single-family homes that were interspersed between the massive apartment buildings.

Their target location was a two-story warehouse that was surrounded by tin shacks - at least based on the satellite imagery they had been given.

The Major brought them up along a line of trees that covered the space between some railroad tracks and the single-story shack-like buildings. They came to the warehouse without encountering anyone. The air was frosty, and people had, apparently, not yet adjusted to the coming change of seasons and had decided to remain inside of their warm homes.

C-Squad split into three teams of three - with the Major going rogue but staying within sight of all of the sub-teams. They had mapped out three points of entry and made their way there. One entry was via a second-story window and was (they believed) unguarded. The other two required the removal of at least one guard.

Two bird calls pierced the chilly night air - alerting the other teams that the guards were out of the action - presumably zip-tied and ready for evacuation when the dust settled. A bird-call came from the second story - just before that team made entry. The other two teams moved at the same time.

The old saying is that plans only survive until contact is made with the enemy. Not counting the exterior guards, that axiom remained true for C-Squad that night.

"Is that Bella?" Martin asked Takao.

"Looks like it," the Asian girl replied, looking through the scope of her sniper rifle from their position high above the others.

"She's about to be executed!" Basso gasped.

Takao's rifle barked and the head of the would-be executioner popped like a melon.

As planned, Basso cut the power - and every team member switched their goggles to infrared imagery. The Major was easy to follow. His body shown blue - where every other person lit up their scopes like a bonfire. Their orders were to cover the Major as he worked his way through the opposing forces, taking them out of the fight. Basso was instructed to flip the lights on once he was finished.

Takao was looking over the scene, moving her scope from target to target, when the person who had been about to shoot Bella got back to their feet.

"What the fuck?!" Basso gasped.

"Vampire on Bella!" Martin yelled.

Hayden was at the back wall of the warehouse, taking out the rear guards. He was too far away to move. Even shadow-stepping wouldn't get him there fast enough.

Parker, however, was already moving. She leapt into the air and tackled Bella - chair and all - flinging her forward - onto the concrete floor - just as the man's pistol barked with two sound-suppressed shots. Parker and Bella tumbled to the floor.

"Light him up! Two shots each," the Major ordered.

Basso didn't fire. She waited until the other members of her team fired their two shots - and for the Major to shadow-step next to the falling body - and then she flipped the lights back on.

As they had passed by the trees, the Major had snapped a handful of pencil-sized branches off. He'd used his tactical knife to trim the broken ends to sharp points. Then he'd tucked them into a pocket. He was now stabbing those sticks into the shooter's body.

The man was bleeding from both eyes, three spots in his chest, and several scattered across his abdomen.

Schmidt moved out of the back door - where the Major had just been - knocked out the two guards there, and dragged them back inside. The two teams on the floor were now zip-tying all of their captives and dragging them together in the center of the room.

As soon as the other vampire was contained, the Major switched to Captain Parker. He sliced the artery in his wrist, held it to her lips, and ordered her to start sucking.

She was struggling.

He bent over her, bit her neck, and forced vampire antibodies directly into her bloodstream. Takao watched Parker's eyes through the scope of her rifle. Her pupils dilated at the same time that her eyes widened in shock.

Schmidt and Carpenter raced over.

"Get her up," the Major ordered.

He released Bella from her bonds, grabbed the chair that she'd been sitting in, sat it on the floor, and sat down on it.

"Put her on my lap," he directed. "As soon as her fangs grow, force her to bite my neck. Hold her against me until she starts sucking on her own. If I weaken too much, you may have to hold me up."

"She can feed from us, Major," Carpenter argued.

"Only after I pass out," Hayden ordered.

Parker hissed and the two squaddies quickly got her onto the Major's lap. He leaned his head to the right and Parker's mouth opened - her new fangs clearly visible. The girls helped her latch onto the Major's neck and held her in place as she fed from him.

"Let's get down there," Takao told the others.

Just before he passed out, Major Johnson looked up at Carpenter.

"Get vehicles to load these fuckers into. Keep an eye on the vampire. Make sure those branches stay in his body, preventing him from healing. There are more in my pocket if you need them."

She nodded to him just before he passed out.

Parker was already starting to stand.

"Get him up," Carpenter ordered. "Get the dumb son of a bitch onto my lap and we'll see if we can get him to feed on auto-pilot."

Schmidt steadied Parker as the rest of the girls moved to help Carpenter get the Major latched onto her neck.

"Anybody have a sperm-vial to feed Bella?" Schmidt asked.

Parker dug through her kit and held one up. She gave it to Schmidt, told her that she was okay, and sent her to deal with their rescued ally. Schmidt rolled the brunette onto her back, poured the semen into her mouth, held her nose shut, and stroked her throat. The woman soon began swallowing and - as soon as she got the first taste - immediately gulped down the rest. Once she started moaning, the blonde decided that she was good enough. She went to check on the captured vampire.

He was struggling more than she liked - so she held a pistol to his forehead and pulled the trigger. The exit wound bled for only a moment before it started closing on its own.

"Hopefully, that'll buy us more time until the Major's back," she told the others.

"Come on, Jimenez," Washington said. "Let's find those vehicles the Major wanted."

Martin and Basso went with them, counting the number of bodies a second time and trying to figure out how they were going to transport them all.

Jimenez jogged back over, fished the van keys from the Major's front pocket, and ran back to catch up with the others.

A half-hour later, Jimenez leaned inside of the warehouse entrance and smacked the button to open the garage door. She brought in the passenger van and the other three followed with sedans.

She leaned down and looked the Major in the eye.

"If you're all done playing savior, Major," she told him. "I think it's time we blew this popsicle stand."

"Has anyone told you that you're a sexy bitch?" Major Johnson asked with a goofy grin.

"Just you, handsome," she replied. "Can you drive? I have a feeling we're going to need your fucking 'Korben Dallas Multipass' when we get to the border, Bruce Willis. I'm not sure 50 Euros is going to get us out of Russia with four vehicles loaded full of zip-tied operatives."

"You're pretty," the Major told her.

"I seriously hope you're jacking with me right now," she growled at him.

The original van driver appeared to recognize Bella - and seemed to give a shit about her current condition - so they stuck the two of them in the backseat of one of the sedans - with Washington and Basso - leaving the driver to babysit the recovering operative.

Major Johnson, Captain Parker, and Staff Sergeant Carpenter were still woozy and were being chauffeured by Takao in the center vehicle.

Martin and Schmidt took positions in the back of the passenger van - which took the lead spot in the caravan. The pair were kneeling behind the back seat, packing as many guns and as much ammunition as they could manage. Jimenez drove the van and Nordahl took shotgun. The rest of the seats were loaded with captives. The struggling vampire was propped up in the back seat of the van - under the watchful eyes of the two team members with enough firepower to keep the enemy blood-sucker in a constant state of regeneration.

Unfortunately for the rest of the captives leftover from the fight, they had been determined to not be worth the risk of transporting back into Poland. Corporal Basso rigged the explosives in the last remaining captured sedan - while Nordahl had been finding places to hide a couple cameras around the area - so that the team could keep an eye on whoever came to visit the charred site once it had cooled down.

Once Nordahl was back in the van, Basso triggered the counter on the explosives and then jumped into the car with Washington, who followed the other two vehicles out of the doomed warehouse.

The car exploded when the team was a half-mile away. If the explosion and the shrapnel didn't kill the rest of the people in the warehouse, the fire would take care of them - as well as help mask what had led up to their untimely demise.

As the van approached the border, Nordahl finished digging through the Major's wallet. She pulled out three 100-Euro notes as Jiminez pulled to a stop and the guard leaned in, asking for IDs. The blonde handed over the money and explained that the three vehicles were on an adventure and just needed a little time away.

The guard accepted the money, tucked it away into his shirt pocket, and then pointed to the guy at the gate. Nordahl huffed at him and then pulled out another 100-Euro note. He took this one and passed it to the guy manning the gate. With a smile and a wave, the two guards motioned the three vehicles through. The guards on the Pol side of the border required two more 50-Euro notes in order to ignore the two Belarus vehicles that were entering their country.

The three hour trip - back to the training center - was mostly uneventful - other than the occasional gunshots that lit up the back of the passenger van - whenever Schmidt and Martin decided that the vampire was getting too animated again.

Takao was horny. She'd had to listen to her three passengers suck and fuck for the last three hours. They'd finally gotten well enough to decide that they each needed a little top-off and now Takao needed more than just a little top-off - she needed a good, hard fuck - preferably while being held down and unable to move.

The Asian dropped two of her passengers off at the training center, shoved the Major into the passenger seat, drove him to the apartment, dragged him up the stairs, and pulled him down the hall to his room - where she stripped him naked and threw him onto the bed.

He finally noticed the flames in her eyes and lay completely still as she removed her clothes and climbed on top of him. Once she'd ridden him to orgasm, he flipped her onto her back and fucked her into unconsciousness. As soon as she was out, he grabbed the car keys, dressed, and drove back to the training center.

Meanwhile, the rest of the prisoners had been carried or dragged into the warehouse-like structure. The van driver had been sent off in the van - with instructions for him to bring back somebody to claim Bella - and repay the 550-Euros that the Major had spent on the rescue. Parker had made sure to inform the man that they were fully aware than he'd been told to abandon them in the border town to find their own way back.

The Captain assured the man that the Major was going to be pissed if there wasn't a fucking hero's welcome waiting for them when Bella was reunited with her organization. The anxious operative was very quiet the whole time they waited - although she did ask about the healing potion that the team had fed her in the warehouse.

Major Johnson arrived back and the training center just before Bella's handler arrived to claim her.

The man introduced himself as Aleksy Bosko. Nordahl whispered to Parker that the name meant "barefoot defender". He scowled at her.

"Do you have the resources to deal with a captive vampire?" he asked the man.

The eyes of the man's two lackeys widened in shock and fear. Hayden led them to the captive.

"What have you done to him?" the man asked.

Hayden stared at the man, dumbfounded.

"Are you - or are you not - fighting against vampires?" he asked the man.

"Yes, of course," the man responded.

"Are you - then - ignorant of the fact that a vampire's body cannot heal and organ that is pierced with a living object?" the Major asked him.

"I ... well ... that is ...," the man stammered.

The Major grabbed Bella by the collar and pulled her in front of the man.

"When my girls were training for this operation, this woman's team came in and wanted to train with us. We offered to teach them how to combat vampires but all they wanted to do was skirmish against my girls. If you are not training your people on how to fight vampires, how do you expect them to survive?"

The man glanced at Bella and then looked back to Hayden.

"We've been doing just fine," he said, boastfully.

"Fine?!" the Major asked, his voice growing louder. "My team rescued Bella while she was being held captive in Belarus. This man was preparing to put a bullet in her skull when we intervened. How did your agent get to Belarus?"

"That's ... uh ... protected information," he said.

"Was she snatched?" Hayden asked.

"Uh ... no," the man replied.

"Was she with a team?" the Major inquired.

"She was ... uh ... following behind a team we'd given information to - checking their outcomes," the man admitted quietly.